Yo, listen up homies, we 'bout to spill the tea on these Backpack Boyz, they ain't foolin' around. These cats are rippin' in dough, livin' large and flauntin' their ice. They rockin' the raddest fits and ridin' in rides that pop. They get down every weekend, celebratin' their success. But don't let the aura fool ya, these Backpack Boyz got a drive